When we first brought Pumpkin home he wasn't supposed to be my horse. he was actually acquired for a client who wanted a mount for her daughter. She found him online or something, bought him sight unseen and we went and picked him up from the vet after his trip to our state. She apparently forgot to ask about his temperament or they lied because he most definitely isn't the perfectly trained angel she thought she was getting.
As it was my job to help him settle in I spent the weekend hanging out in the barn (not that I minded
) helping him get used to how we did things. The first day he was pretty skittish and I imagine he slept well that night after all the effort he put into spooking at shadows and even tearing around the paddock. The next day I had sat down to have my lunch after washing my hands and realized my sandwich was gone. Silly me had left it on a hay bale next to his stall and he snitched it while I was washing my hands. When I looked in his stall he was happily munching hay like he hadn't a care in the world. Until he came over and smeared peanut butter all over my shirt and rested his head on my shoulder.
Needless to say when the client decided she couldn't let her daughter ride him we spoke up and bought him from her instead. He's a mischievous brat with peanut butter breath but I love him anyway.